ReRites (Blue slid up the long Sleepy ramp of the rain.) [June 2017]

Till the blue slid up the long Sleepy ramp of the rain, the slip of a sheen drawn winter branch staggers from itself, where the sleeper is big with muscles plow: a place of the crab beheaded phylacteries, a thing worn on contingency. IS We take the land diaper tasteless, touchingly accompanied by something: soil swineherd rear deep swollen eyes. We bite our strong eyes. Aborigines are not sure in the wake of our gauges. QUIVERED And begged, as allure of power From curious words, lapsed bread Rose-window, clatter-lace, Ginkgo, cottonwood, pin gum, tulip tree: our emotions resemble a sea. We two, we dream, we remain. You are part of me, I am you Kicking naked roses, Seeing the sea, Being planet without breath Walk outside ~ + ~ The larkspur warms behind The butteryellow sleep. Meaning without thinking is the light of the first fermented reaction. ~ + ~ I gave songs to something within them explained flecks in caffeine the smell in the lights AS THEY saddle-dark shelter, pack bitter fractal skin and mix solitude exiled by the small fluttering grind, the yellow waters, the insects see it.